Tearing up the walls,

Ripping the curtain off the shower stall,

Doing this with his front claws,

Basically in general making a mess,

Who will to this atrocity confess…?

Not I, Dad of mine,

It was my evil imaginary friend this time,

He growls and barks at passerby’s,

Maybe the truth I will get if I ply him with wine…?

The perfect angel with his dad home,

But when he is working and out on the roam,

Rufuz does take advantage of this freedom,

Keeping the local populace at bay,

This happens from what I have been told everyday,

My home when I arrive in severe disarray…

            © ed ~ 10/5/05